To be is,
Not needing to explain yourself to others
Your actions are enough for the blissfully confused
To be is,
Drawing a picture not of something or a place you know
But a place you wish to be and go
To be is,
Selling all of your cloths to a second hand store
Not to buy more
But To live more
To be is,
Running because you want to
Not because you feel the social obligation to
To be is,
Climbing a tree because you want to see
To be is,
Falling down because you want to feel
To be is,
Speaking because you have something to say
To be is,
Breathing because we have no other way

Everyone is here
Every step of the way
Every single motion
Can be seen through two eyes

Not sold
Not heard
And not seen
We can

Be something
Be one thing
Be happy
Make money

So we can
So we have
So we feel
Don't let them

Everyone is here
Every ONE is here
Every step of the way
Can be clear
Every single motion
Towards the next destination
Can be seen through two eyes
Not covered by our hands

Not sold
For the best price on demand
Not heard
Through bullet proof glass,
And not seen
Through water when it makes a splash
We can
Be anything

Be something
Your good at
Be one thing
Your ok with
Be happy
Live simply
Make money
Sacrifice is necessary  

So we can
Work for 50% of our lives
So we have
A house to watch our shows especially every night
So we feel
Safe because it's quite
Don't let them
Be defiant

Jenny, when I'm with
The twists and turns feel almost as if
Rainbows and butterflies can kiss
Take whatever love they can
And turn it into a plan
Jenny when you're away
The sky's are little grayer
My laughs are a little softer
And my love for you is a little stronger
For you make it easy to be a lover

Until the moon tips over
Spilling sober off the cliffs her mind
Bringing back what was thought of as the dilation of time
Subtle her face doesn't change
But traces the faint image of quite the opposite of pain
She seems to fly more than usual
Even the clouds can't hold her from being the fluttering bird she was born to be
From the tips of her toes to the tops of the trees
Jenny is love
She is my everything

I write letters to the ones that matter
To the ones that care
Even passing on a flight of stairs
I look
She looks
Our lives could be words in a story book
I read her face
She reads mine
A poet wouldn’t believe how much we rhyme
I hold her
She holds me
I wonder if this is all dream
Each page of mine intwined in hers
As we fall asleep until our yet to be written verse

My love
I have but only
2 hands to feel the softness of your skin
2 eyes to see your smile as we grin
1 nose to smell the coconut in your hair
1 mouth to smile back when we stare
2 feet to walk to ends of earth with you
1 heart that can't break, because it doesn't want too
My love
I have so many parts to love you with
For soon we will blast off and begin our forever trip

With words to describe my jenny
There's not many
Not enough to explain the feeling she makes
As we wake
Just ourselves into this new dreamality we have created for us
And others we soon will love and trust
In my letters to jenny
I write with what I can
With the words that are closest
Because forever isn't enough
When you're the one I love